I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 280 Ron is dead? (Part 2)

Lost in the darkness, trapped in the storm, for nearly two hours.

The storm in the sky is still gradually expanding, and has gradually spread to the outer perimeter of the entire crater.

To this, Ron could only say...
That's it?

While this small-scale storm may seem intimidating, it's merely an appetizer compared to the celestial phenomena that can control the entire continent.

"Hmph, I knew that elf was lying. How could Chrisel possibly create a weapon powerful enough to destroy the entire continent?"

"This is child's play, even I, Grandma, could do it myself, why would I need weapons?"

Seeing the situation outside the cave, Grandma Fiona, hiding in the bracelet, couldn't help but snort.

The words, tinged with regret and a sense of relief, made Ron feel extremely awkward.

If you're so capable, why don't you go and do it yourself? What's the point of talking here?

Wait, are you just being sarcastic?

He abruptly turned his head, looking in surprise at the arrogant senior who was digging a hole, and pondered:
"Ms. Fiona, you're so capable, you should be able to handle the storm outside, right?"

"Ron Griffiths, will you die if you don't say something back to your grandma?!"

Fiona blushed, glared at the blond boy, and said to the honest-looking Verex beside her:
"Hey kid, what are you looking at? It's all to save you. Come on over and help me dig a hole."

Grandma, I've never met my grandma.
Verex's lips twitched. He gave up arguing about being taken advantage of for no reason and picked up the shovel Ron handed him, digging into the solid soil below.

At this moment, the entire Wind Tower Prison was razed to the ground, and even a third of the ground was scraped away.

As for the prisoners and werewolf guards still in the prison, caught up in the storm, Ron could only silently vow to erect a monument for them after all this mess was over.

The nun, having already accomplished her task of attracting attention, would probably have already run far away by now, given the dangerous storm she encountered.
Sure enough, you should stay indoors on rainy or windy days.
Under the dark, oppressive sky, watching the increasingly terrifying storm outside, Ron, hiding in his cave, couldn't help but feel a little smug.

But the thought had barely crossed his mind when dozens of bolts of lightning struck the entrance to the cave in a frenzy.

A blinding flash of lightning ripped through the air, and nearly ten meters of soil were ripped up and swept away by the gale, disappearing into the storm.

Mom!
The blond boy immediately shrank back and looked at the two "ghosts" who were digging a hole.

"Hurry up, or we'll all be swept into the sky!"

"Junior, stop your nonsense and come at me if you dare!"

"If you can't use magic, how could you be so heartless as to make an old man like me do this kind of work?"

Grandma Fiona immediately threw the shovel aside, grabbed Ron by the ear, and tried to pull him inside.

Within the area covered by the storm, using magic will reveal your current location.

This was a rule that Ron had tested an hour ago, expending nearly a third of his divine power in defense.

Therefore, he immediately chose to dig a hole on the spot.
On the one hand, it was to buy Olivia and the others more time, and on the other hand, it was to take this opportunity to wait for the divine power to replenish itself.

Ron dodged Fiona's menacing hand.
But before he could take any specific next steps, he suddenly felt the entire cavern tremble violently.

Rumbling--

Deep within the earth, chaotic roars sounded like the howls of a giant beast.

In the next instant, the surface rocks and soil suddenly flipped and cracked, revealing a bottomless canyon.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had ripped the ground apart.

A storm of thunder and lightning poured in through the crack, making Ron's eyelids twitch and his palms feel icy cold.

If the soil were to be broken open, thunder, lightning, and storms would pour in.

Even if someone had divine protection, wouldn't they still die on the spot?!

Is this the magical artifact's ability to tear apart the continent, affecting things from this distance?

How tricky!

As the saying goes, an inch long is an inch strong.

Ron thought his magical skills were already powerful enough.

It has no shortage of either length or strength.

But he never expected that one day he would encounter a monster with such a wide and high attack range.

When facing such a talented player, it's inevitable to feel lost and bewildered.

But just then, Ron suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if an eye was staring straight at him from a distant high place.

Rumbling--

The earth churned and split open, revealing a deep canyon.

This time, however, it was directly above where Ron was hiding.

It wasn't a hallucination; someone was indeed spying on him!
Damn it, there's nowhere to hide!
Thunder, lightning, and storms descended suddenly, like the sharp blade of death piercing the heart.

At this critical moment, Ron kicked Velex away, and without any hesitation, he leaped forward with the force of his calf, heading towards the descending lightning storm.

Seemingly sensing a deadly threat, specks of light appeared around him.
The dazzling, radiant, and luminous aura seemed like an invisible wall.
They forcibly blocked the incoming electric sparks and storm.

Countless energy particles erupted from the point of collision, and Ron felt as if his body was not his own.

Even with divine protection, some of the numbness and stinging pain from being struck by lightning was still transmitted to his brain.

The dazzling brilliance was rapidly fading, and little by little, the light inevitably disappeared and dimmed.

The remaining divine power rapidly declined.
Two-thirds and one-third
Gan ah!

-

Sky Castle.

A city that has never appeared on federal maps or city route plans.

It floats 10,000 meters above the ground, at the intersection of the deep world and the real world.

Judging from its appearance alone, Sky Castle truly deserves to be called a miracle.

Because its size is comparable to that of the entire capital city, with countless interconnected pipes and exposed gears that continue to rotate day and night even after thousands of years, maintaining the operation of this uninhabited city.

On the highest tower in the very center of the castle, lights flickered faintly.

Lilvis gazed at the golden dots projected onto the map model on the round table and gently pressed his finger.

In an instant, the storm and lightning on the projection multiplied, and the brightness inside the tower also increased.

“Foolish, how can a man oppose God?”

A mocking smile appeared on Lilvey's lips.

This traitor from a thousand years ago, the mysterious Speaker of the Federation, has deep blue eyes, heavy dark circles under his eyes, and unhealthy pale skin.

His lips were dry and cracked, and his clothes were tattered and worn out, still in styles from hundreds of years ago.

If Ron were here, he would be very surprised.

This Speaker, who rules the Federation, lives in such poverty that he even reuses his underwear despite it having several holes.

With eyes like those of a hungry wolf, he stared at the still-resisting golden dot on the projected map and let out a cold snort of dissatisfaction.

With a condescending air, he gently tapped the water with his finger once more.

The storm and lightning, as if they had taken a witch's potion, became incredibly strong again, transforming into a pillar of light that crushed and scattered the golden light spots.

God's authority is supreme.

Even outsiders cannot resist it.

However, Lilvis had no one else to share this joy and honor with.

Trapped between reality and the deepest recesses of his being, he can only obtain information from the outside world by connecting with puppets.

Sky Castle was indeed created by the exceptionally talented mage, Chrisel.
To perfect it, decades were spent measuring the detailed topography of the entire Federation. However, at the outset, this creation had a major flaw.

That is energy.

No matter how magical devices change, they are ultimately driven by magic.

Therefore, after Chrisel's death, Lilvis spent a lot of time trying to perfect this technology.

However, due to various reasons, he was unable to decipher the magical runes on the remaining manuscript.

After several failures, he turned his attention to the "deep" world.

This brought disaster, a phenomenon that destroyed order, and was hated by all races.
The “deep layer” is chaotic, but it also doesn’t follow any rules.

Because the underlying logic of the world is not applicable here.

Initially, Lilveys achieved some success and even gained a vision that far surpassed everything else.

The unknown knowledge was no longer shrouded in mystery, and he completed the necessary preparations in less than a year.

"Damn it!"

Thinking of this, Lilvis's unhealthy face grew even more gloomy and terrifying.

After being modified by Lilvis, Sky Castle continuously draws power from the "deep" world through a naturally occurring crack.

Fortunately, as he wished, Lilvis became a "god" and was no longer bound by those who had betrayed Krisel with him.

Unfortunately, this large-scale consumption attracted the attention of an evil god, indirectly leading to the rise of rebels.

Sky Castle was built to cope with the apocalypse and seems to possess some kind of autonomous defense mechanism.

Completely ignoring Lilvis's manipulation, they went straight to block the area near the rift.

That concludes the story of this federal speaker.

"I want to be a god, a god, not a damned prisoner!"

"I will stop at nothing to get my revenge! I will get my revenge!"

"Why would anyone build such a machine to harm me? Why?!"

Lilvis screamed and yelled hysterically in the empty tower, completely losing the rationality he had when connected to the puppet.

At this moment, his hatred for Chrisel had surpassed all his obsessions.

Now, this federal speaker only wants to raze Chrisel's hometown to the ground.

They should raze the mage association that existed in her diary and dig up the graves of her relatives and even her friends!

-

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle."

After a strange gurgling sound, Elena's brows, which exuded both charm and tenderness, furrowed tightly.

"Olivia, can you understand what this guy is saying?"

Although Ron repeatedly emphasized that Mr. "Squint" was his good friend, the president was still finding it hard to keep a straight face at this moment.

What normal person would befriend a cursed creature?!

Moreover, the appearance of "cross-eyedness" is exceptionally frightening; a normal person would likely lose all rationality at the mere sight of it.

In response, Olivia reflected deeply on whether she had misunderstood Ron's lecherous nature.

Could it be that, as he claims, that guy only appreciates inner beauty?

Feeling the wronged look in "cross-eyed" eyes, Olivia's lips twitched slightly as she suppressed her chaotic thoughts once more.

Two days ago, Ron and his men began a secret plot.

Using Grandma Fiona's unparalleled teleportation skill, the Minister of Intelligence in the Kingdom of Oran received a letter.

That was to release the divine-level sealed artifact "Squint" and convey the message that Ron needed help to Him.

To find out Lilvis's location, perhaps only the mysterious "Squint" could do so.

Although asking "the Mad Hatter" would likely yield the answer,

However, his tendency to fabricate stories when faced with something he didn't know led Ron to abandon his choice.

Moreover, there is an evil god within the Federation who is related to the origins of Mr. "Squint," so all things considered, this is the best possible outcome.

However, a significant problem has arisen: Ron's ability to understand Mr. Squinting's grumbling doesn't mean Olivia and Elena can understand it in the same way.

"Oh dear, why think so much?"

"Just share the vision directly and see where that damn Lilvez is, isn't that enough?"

After a brief period of careful consideration, Olivia chose the simplest and most direct method, which was also the most burdensome.

Using a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, the chairman grabbed the constantly waving nerve tentacle and plunged it into his own neck.

The next instant, her vision blurred, and through one eye she saw Elena running towards her, saw the "cross-eyed" look that she couldn't see directly, and saw her own slightly hunched body.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and find it!"

The black-haired woman roared in pain, her powerful aura sweeping across the wilderness, startling Mr. "Squint" so much that his tentacles trembled violently as he rapidly switched between different perspectives.

Visible and invisible, knowable and unknowable, macroscopic and microscopic, all flooded into Olivia's mind.

At this moment, the president felt as if his brain was about to boil, which was even more mentally taxing than thinking at full capacity.

Fortunately, strabismus is a highly specialized condition.

In just one second, it locked onto the cascading storm two thousand kilometers away.

The storm was surrounded by chaotic and disordered magic, seemingly under the control of some kind of rules and power.

The perspective shifts again, and the entire world suddenly loses its color, turning into a series of orderly symbols.

Within these orderly symbols, a chaotic and irregular connection, a path, lay before Olivia's eyes.

She instinctively looked up and saw a mezzanine layer, nestled between reality and the depths, clinging tightly to the outer edge of the high wall.

An incredibly vast city is located there.

Sky Castle

"Simulation", "evolution", "space"

The true nature of the three divine rays of light was suddenly revealed to Olivia.

Fortunately, she is now a demigod and can withstand the influence of divine qualities.

The perspective suddenly shifted, and Olivia's view returned to her own.

"Ha, I've finally found you, you bastard!"

She gritted her teeth, took a break, and regained her composure.

"Elena also has strabismus... let's go!"

As she spoke, she grabbed the somewhat worried nerve tentacle and headed towards the coordinates.

!!!

Mr. "Squint" was startled and immediately stretched out his tentacles to wrap around the tree trunk, refusing to let go.

LOL, hiding is already hard enough, going there would be no different from walking into a trap.
Realizing this, Mr. "Squint" considered the relationship between the two humans and Ron, and earnestly advised them:
"Don't go! It's dangerous! You'll die!"

Hearing this, Olivia and Alina exchanged a glance, and the former scratched her head and asked:
"What is it saying, all that gibberish?"

"Forget it, let's deal with that bastard first!"

(End of this chapter)